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Dublin Pride!

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Dublin Pride!

Saturday, 27-June-2026


Two Pride celebrations down, one final one left – Home, Dublin itself. The easiest to get to, the simplest, and what turned out to be probably my favorite of all three.

Travel? Way easier than Boston or Bulgaria. I mean, we didn’t even have to fly!

Getting in? Simple as heck – we just asked a random group (CVS, maybe?) if we could march with them… and boom! There we were!

The crowds? Crazy and busy, of course, but also calm and interesting. Seriously good people watching, if I’m remembering correctly, alongside a good blend of ages and enough room to actually move around.

Now, to be fair, the actual party at the end of the march was… okay. The speeches and music weren’t particularly memorable, and while I’m sure there was something there, all I really remember was that there were a ton of vendors who were all selling really expensive food and/or cheap mass-produced tchotchkes.

But you know what? We had a blast. And at the end of the day, that’s the key part.

And after Pride? A house party! Visiting some friends of ours, getting to meet their friends, and getting the chance to play with a very happy puppy (two, in fact!), a slightly standoffish kitty, and even a pet snake!

Yeah… Dublin has some frustrations, no doubt about that. But this year? Pride was absolutely not one of them.

Bulgaria, Sofia pride, and a birthday!

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Saturday, 13-June-2026 and Sunday, 14-June-2026


Well dang, Ben. You’re some cool jet-setting fancy-pants, aren’t you? You were just in the United States, and now you’re flying to Bulgaria?

That’s correct, dear reader, yours truly is finally starting to live the dream that I had when first moving to Europe… I’m flying around the continent going to parties!

In this specific case – flying to Sofia for a birthday party, and for our second Pride celebration of the year. Just a quick jaunt, you understand. A few hours in the air, a quick hop skip and jump to the house, and then a lovely few days in Sofia.

Now, Sofia pride was impressive and lovely in my opinion… but from what I heard from others, it was a bit underwhelming when compared to previous years. From my side, though? Huge music events, a fair number of booths, a solid (yet respectful) police presence, and just so many people. Like… SO many people. And since Bulgaria had just recently won Eurovision, we got to hear the winning song by DARA! Who, for those like me who haven’t heard of her, was the one who won Eurovision.

We relaxed, we met Andrea’s friends, we listened to music, and we enjoyed the sun and shade as the day went on. The concert ended, the parade / march began, and we walked until we stopped walking. It was fun, it was lovely, and I appreciated the time to simply enjoy a bit of an adventure while listening and reading Bulgarian (which I’m still learning, slowly but surely).

The end of Pride was… a bit weird, I have to admit. We were marching, and had stopped for a moment as we’d stopped multiple times before – For a traffic light, or some other official situation we assumed. But 15min onward, we were still stopped and waiting. Someone finally came down the line, “The march is over! Congrats! Go home.”

… wait, what? Yeah, turns out, there wasn’t actually an ending point… just a random stop near the palace of culture? No real announcements, no major event, just an organizer coming down the line telling folks to disperse and go home. It was… strange. Anti-climactic, of course, but also it kind of felt undermined? Andrea had opinions, to the surprise of no one, but I couldn’t really comment one way or the other. We did chat with one of the organizers briefly, but… no real new information.


Aside from that one weird note, though, it really was an excellent weekend away.

Pride was lovely, and a great chance to get into the excitement and chaos of the city.

The birthday party was excellent – getting to meet lots of new people, practice a bit of Bulgarian, and eat delicious food? Yes please!

Slowly but surely, adventure continues!



Dublin Pride

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Saturday, 28-June-2025



Interestingly, I don’t think I’ve ever actually been to a pride march.

Now, I’ve been to countless meetings of the Northeastern pride club, supported them in a few adventures, but… yeah. Growing up in Massachusetts, Pride wasn’t really a thing that I considered. Mass legalized gay marriage ages and ages ago, and I’ve just taken it as normal fact, I guess, especially having lived in such stereotypical cities as Boston and Portland.

Andrea, on the other hand, grew up in a slightly less egalitarian community… To the point that she’ll tell a story about, during Bulgaria’s first Pride March, having to pause and wait for a Molotov cocktail that had been thrown in their path to burn out.

So, very understandably, attending Dublin Pride was very important to her. And, thus, to me.



Pride march in Dublin wasn’t what Andrea expected.

It was huge. It was organized, and there were rules about who could walk. The whole city turned out for the event, it seemed, with absolutely no one and nothing protesting against the walk. We couldn’t even join the march, officially, without joining an “official group” who had registered (and donated…) to the organization of the event.


So we joined. We walked. I took it all in, and then we got burgers. It was… normal? Normal.

And that’s a good thing, in my mind.